2.1 ✞ (re)introduction to paradise.

[custodismundi]

[JOURNALS - dictated;]

[there's the quiet sound of shuffling in the background-- someone clearing his throat, and a small boy's voice somewhere just within range of being picked up. it sounds like a pair of Parisian children playing a counting game to the backdrop of a babby babbling, before a voice that might be familiar to some comes in nice and

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[payback]

You think these things could really do that?!

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[custodismundi]

[o... ooh. he stalls a little at that voice, because there's this...

--tug. in his gut.]

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[custodismundi]

[--BUT APPEARANCES HEY he has no idea what the hell is going on with any of this, today...]

You never know, right? I mean, this entire thing is so unbelievable, doesn't it go without saying to expect the unexpected...?

[payback]

I never thought of that! Ahhh, how terrible! What should we do? How do we figure it out?

[custodismundi]

[is she in the same situation as him? oh, dear. this is...

this isn't good, is it? (my, he must feel protective over her out of sympathy, right?)]

...Your guess is as good as mine. They keep saying this thing is magic, but I'm not sure I buy it...

[payback]

Why not?

[custodismundi]

Well, there's the small matter of, ah. It being magic, Miss...

[payback]

So?

[custodismundi]

So?! Since when is magic... a... thing?!

[payback]

I guess I don't understand why you're so sure it's not a thing!

[custodismundi]

It's just one of the rules of the world... like, 'oxygen is good for you!' 'Magic doesn't exist!' 'The sky is blue!'

[payback]

What's oxygen?

[custodismundi]

...Stuff in the air you breathe? To, ah. Make it... good.

[he's really awesome at this explaining stuff... wait is she serious.]

[payback]

... I lost all my memories, you see!

[custodismundi]

...Lost all your memories?

[payback]

That's how it seems!